On one particular day, I had a strong desire to drive the long driveway to my best friend's childhood home. I longed to go up to the back door, knock and say, "My best friend lived here, 50 years ago, when I was a kid. Do you think I could come in and just take a look. I have so many memories! She's gone, now. I just want to take a look."
But I didn't do that. I may have, if someone would have been with me.
I will never regret that. It is one of my fondest memories because of my grandma's joy.
Anyway, my folks are still in my childhood home. I am lucky enough all these years later to have that. Perhaps someday, I will miss it enough to knock on the door and say, "Do you mind?"
But for now, every time I hear Miranda Lambert's song "The House That Built Me" I think of that summer day and my Grandma's joy.
I love this song. The lyrics are so real and heartfelt. Miranda is mostly a wild child. Or at least likes to present that persona. But every once in a while she likes to show us her softer side, and that is who I believe she really is. Enjoy the video. And maybe think about the house that built you, as you listen.
Oh, and by the way, I was certainly glad I hadn't knocked on the door of my best friend's childhood home. Just a few days later I found out, friends of my niece had just bought it. Pretty sure, I would have felt extremely foolish when the people behind the knock was someone I knew. :-)